Thursday 26 November 2009

#89 - The Name Is A String

You knot it round the bad molar,
tie the other end round a doorknob
then slam -

the poem ought to pop out
all bloody and free.
Ought to.

Lately though, it's gotten harder.
The door's begun to stick

and I'm running out of teeth.

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